Talking squirrels are jerks.
Thus far, the Magical Forest lived up to its name, but its magic had yet to reach Dave's stomach.
Dave was torn between trusting these tree-rats or sampling the delicacies that these chatty rodents were clearly hoarding for themselves.
So that morning, with the squirrels out foraging, he decided the tree's vacancy was an invitation.
“What makes them the experts?” Dave said, rebelliously tossing the ripened morsel into his mouth. “Hm. Tastes itchy.”